With all the force of a great typhoon

The Warlord gave his newest wolf a few days to settle in and meet some of his wolves. He knew she would have a long way to go before she was a fully contributing member of his pack. But so far, he had heard her to be agreeable and obedient. Which was both good and bad. You needed to be able to bend as a pack wolf. Especially one so far down the chain. But if she didn’t find a back bone, she would be swallowed in the Armada.

Today was about helping her find that. He made his way back up the mountain path to his home at the end of his patrol. Dawn was just breaking over the horizon. He and sleep had never been on good terms, and it had only gotten worse with the death of Zee. He scratched at the door to the room he had given her. “Adelina?” He called out softly.

"Sirius Fatalis"